grabbing Liza's pacifier without losing sight of Henry's little hand near the huge knife and

trying not to knock my camera off the table.

It didn't go so well.

A water glass landed squarely on top of my foot.

As I said,

it hurt.

Bad.

I drop to the floor with Liza in my arms.

These were my thoughts:

1. As Taylor grabs Liza out of my hands, I am personally insulted that he obviously thought I would drop our sweet little daughter simply because I am injured. I'm still a bit insulted, actually.

2. I think, "Thank God Taylor is home from work early because I think my foot is broken."

3. Then I think about that thought a little more. Had Taylor not come home a bit early, would I have been doing the same thing? Likely not. Ergo, he was indirectly responsible for my injury.

4. My thoughts wonder to the glass. I was very thankful it didn't break because that would have been a mess to clean up and I didn't have on shoes.

5. Then I remember the origin of that glass. I found it hidden in a bush near City Bagel last winter with beer residue on the inside. It appeared that the glass was stashed on the way to the bar and forgotten. I was excited to say the least.

People speak of their life flashing before their eyes.

I wouldn't be so dramatic as to apply that phenomeon to my situation.

But I will say, I had many thoughts and they flashed quickly through my head.

Yes, my foot is feeling much better now.Thank you for asking.A little ice, a little elevation and a little sympathy is all I needed.